Dear daughter Jenny comes by every morning to help get my day started. Most mornings she brings breakfast -- sometimes a bagel, sometimes a breakfast sandwich -- accompanied by a fruit and a cup of coffee. She patiently feeds me while she enjoys her own breakfast, and we have a lovely little chat.
If you know Jenny, you know she has a razor-sharp sense of humor and is usually five steps ahead of anyone in a conversation. Trying to eat when Jenny is "on" is very difficult; trying to talk, laugh, and eat is almost impossible. Under these circumstances I am very hard to understand, but Jenny says I'm not to worry -- she makes all her friends talk with their mouths full so she can better interpret my garbled speech.
That's my girl.
16 hours ago